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ryuichirou · 11 months ago

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A lot to talk about today: there are replies about some of our previous posts, Leech parents, headcanons, antis, random stuff, and in general we are all over the place today.

Starting with the most important question though.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Todd’s tits are big?

Yes, your honor. They are indeed of considerable size. Yes sir. Those sure are substantial.

But not the biggest ones of the cast though, Lucas is bigger 💪😔

Now that we’ve figured that out, let’s talk about antis and other things…

Anonymous asked:

On the subject of antis, I find it terribly ironic in a sad sort of way how many antis are being busted for victimizing, you know, ACTUAL, REAL LIFE children not fictional characters…

This is super ironic and honestly very disgusting, both in terms of them attacking kids online for their interests and straight-up grooming the younger antis in their own groups. Teenagers are very impressionable and easy to manipulate, so of course someone is going to take advantage of that. What makes the manipulation easier is the fact that if you pretend to be against “those filthy weirdos proshitters”, it implies that you would never hurt a kid, and it makes these people feel even more trustworthy to them... Whenever I block a bunch of antis and see a random adult in their friend group, I always get this feeling of “god I hope you are just some pathetic harmless loser”.

But even without taking this particular shitty possibility into account, participating and promoting harassment of actual real people (kids included!!) over fictional characters is always going to be one of the most disgusting manifestations of their hypocrisy.

Anonymous asked:

Hey um so this twst server I'm in apparently has antis and they found your Twitter and they started hating on your shroudcest art and I left as soon as they did

Ik it probably won't be helpful if they do decide to target you but be careful please

Well yikes lol Thank you so much for telling us and for your concern, Anon! Unfortunately, it’s not something that we never experienced before; we just figured that even if we block every person who is speaking out publically against us, there are going to be certain people who discuss our stuff on discord. After all, why would they talk about the game and its characters and make something they would actually enjoy? Now that’s just silly. When people have nothing to do or to discuss, they’re going to gossip, pearl-clutch and complain about someone out there actually creating content and being good at it.

The only thing that bothers me about this whole thing is that these people aren’t supposed to be here. This isn’t a place for minors, even if they really really really want to see some disgusting smut to giggle with their friends about. But oh well, as recent events show, even locking your account doesn’t help to keep them away.

I am glad you are out of there though; I guess your intuition was right. I hope you find people to share your stuff with.

Thank you again for your support!

Phew, with all that out of the way… let’s talk about sillier stuff!

Anonymous asked:

Hiii, I'm the Anon who asked about the Leech parents. I didn't expect to see a sketch. Even if it's just their silhouettes, i got lowkey excited, so i was wondering if you're going to finish that sketch one day or post it?

The young leech twins are so cute! they're probably chaotic, too. I also find it interesting that Papa Leech has a cane, and Mama Leech looks like she's wearing a kimono!

That being said, I think it's very interesting that Twisted Wonderland not only has a bunch of interesting characters, but so are their parents/family! Besides the Leech parents, I find Mama Rosehearts and Mrs. Ashengrotto also very interesting despite only being mentioned a few times! I genuinely like that they include a little bit of information about each characters family instead of doing the typical anime trope of "Dead parents" or "Parents are overseas", it's very refreshing.

(this is related to this post!)

Hi Anon <3 I am very happy you liked the sketch! I’m not sure if I’m going to finish this one, but I would love to draw the Leech parents properly and in colour one day. Let’s hope for the best!

Little tweels used to be little spoiled shits lol I mean they still are, but you’re right, they were very chaotic at that age too. And I’m glad you liked the kimono and the cane! The moment we started thinking about the Leeches being yakuza, I couldn’t stop picturing Mama Leech as a sly woman in a kimono, so I am actually especially excited to draw her properly one day. I am not sure if Papa Leech even needs a cane, but it makes him look more impressive I guess… similarly to Azul lol, but maybe he does need to use a cane, maybe he isn’t as good at using his human legs, maybe he used to be better at it but it’s more difficult for him now.

I also absolutely agree with you. I am so glad that we have so many different type of families and parents in Twst. I feel like every character has a story to tell about how they were raised, and it always affects their personalities, motivations, and values. Even just comparing Mama Rosehearts and Mama Ashengrotto is very interesting, I would honestly love to learn more about every single Twst parent or sibling lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Based off this, what are some things you think could get Riddle flustered or excited over his partners?

Hmmm, let’s see!

Floyd – probably whenever he is being more or less serious and focused?? If he just sits there, writing something down, thinking about the test and stuff. Granted, Riddle only experienced a sight like this once, but the butterflies in his stomach he felt that day were unforgettable.

Trey – whenever he handles the dough or cooks in general, but maybe this is just Riddle being excited about the fact that he’s going to eat a cake soon lol But also whenever Trey tries to discipline someone. He likes it when he gets a bit strict with others.

Chenya – this one is easy, whenever he winks at Riddle. Whenever he does it, Riddle gets very flustered. It’s been years and he still can’t get over it and get used to it.

Ace – this one is also rare, but when he does something… handsome and confident and not annoying at the same time? When he shows him a magic trick, hides all the cards somehow and goes “ta-daa” with a smug smile. Nevermind, this one is still annoying LOL but if he took a coin out of behind of Riddle’s ear, Riddle would probably blush a little.

Anonymous asked:

Bows before you. Today I bring with me Ortho/Malleus propaganda 🥰

1. Consider that Ortho has the ability to just absolutely flabbergast Malleus. Leave him totally speechless with his technology powers. Malleus has not a single clue how this little guy works

2. Consider Rollo... if Malleus was thinking he was a top and got met with DISAPPOINTMENT. Now imagine the opposite... If he's convinced that Ortho is probably a bottom, and is in for a very pleasant surprise!!

3. Not only does Ortho have the ability to flabbergast Malleus, but ALSO Malleus shoots out lightning when he gets frustrated, and Ortho is afraid of lightning.... I just think that's a little hot. And very interesting <3

4. For two characters that are both super OP they are surprisingly on very equal footing, but I can imagine both of them getting that NRC mindset that they're still definitely better than each other, flirting with each other about it even ( flirting = fighting to the death for fun)

5. Consider Malleus in a muzzle. This is irrelevant to my case. Consider it anyway 🤤

6. Their longevity..... Malleus is going to live for, what, another thousand years or so? He's going to outlive everyone at NRC for sure, and we have no idea how long Ortho will live, but assuming he can manage his own repairs, he could live for... Basically however long he wants, give or take. They are sort of the only ones who can "grow old" with each other.... extremely interesting to me

That is all, thank you for your time :^)

Anon, this is VERY IMPRESSIVE, you really made me think about these two. It’s a very good ship on so many levels, and every point that you made is 👌👌👌 Come to think of it, the vignette in which Ortho helped Malleus to come up with the Halloween costume idea was very fun. They are so different with how bad Malleus is at technology and how bad Ortho is at… lightning and stuff lol

Malleus is absolutely going to be surprised to learn that Ortho is a top, but then he’s probably going to start noticing how Ortho is similar to Lilia in a lot of ways. And this is absolutely going to amuse him.

The longevity is also a good point. I think this is the only character combo that could stay forever for hundreds of years?? (Sebek, about whom I forgot, is crying in the corner somewhere...) Which is very fun, considering how much both of them would hate to say goodbye to their loved ones.

The 5th point was very sneaky lol but very much worth considering. I nod in agreement. Yes.

Anonymous asked:

do you think that in the Seven's time, instead of by the sevens they said oh my Toboso or by Toboso! and stuff

That would be a funny 4th wall breaking lol Is Toboso the God of this universe? I mean technically she is. The great cult of Toboso.

By the way, is “the Sevens” the thing that only the EN version has? I might be wrong, but I think it wasn’t really in the original game. Which would make sense, it’s not like the Great Seven are a deity or something…

Anonymous asked:

My moe fall is my shoe flying in one direction, my weave flying in another, and then I backflip out a window.

Anon!! This is incredibly adorable, but you should really be careful! 😱 Such acrobatics!

Anonymous asked:

Passionately, animalistically, and roundly is how I eat my cereal

The only correct way to do it….

#replies #headcanons

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kafus · 1 year ago

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and now a GAMEPLAY UPDATE from yesterday...

MORE POKEDEX COMPLETION BABEY whoops i uploaded these totally out of order but it doesn't really matter. after getting the surf HM from cynthia's grandma, instead of progressing to canalave city i backtracked through every location in the game where i could surf and unless i forgot something i've now picked up every item, caught every pokemon, and fought every trainer in all currently accessible locations before iron island? if i'm forgetting anywhere rest in peace i guess

worth noting that on the route i caught that gastrodon, i was just going for the 5% tentacruel but i somehow ran into the 1% gastrodon on the same route TWICE before i found a single tentacruel. that was wack lol. and also the pelipper was a 1% below sandgem town, and i didn't feel like grinding for the 1% as it was towards the end of my play session yesterday and i was tired, so i caught a level 30 wingull on the same route and exp share'd it on some wild mons for a bit until it evolved. close enough SFDKFSD

i did eventually make it to canalave, i got the gender difference upgrade to my dex in the route connector into canalave and it seems it's not just cynthia, Everyone is kinda opening their eyes to Hmm this is concerning... oh and i defeated barry, found out my team is pretty weak into fighting types but that's my bad LOL

i unfortunately did not take any more pictures while exploring yesterday because i was focused on my call but that's okay i had a good time

i will say that last night i went to check out the belt dude for the first time and he wanted a pokemon that was level 80... something, i don't remember, but obviously i do not have a pokemon even close to that high so i wasn't able to grab the black belt. today he wanted a level 39 pokemon though, and my luxray was literally 2 EXP away from leveling to 39, so i walked back outside the house, defeated a single wild pokemon, walked back inside and got the black belt LOL

anyway today i checked all my honey trees, still no munchlax... it's not like i expect the munchlax, i know i'll be at this for a long time, i don't even know which four trees are my munchlax trees, BUT whenever i do get it i will pop the fuck off.

it's also worth mentioning that i've been following the serebii daily events list for platinum since it's easy to check if i forgot everything, but serebii is missing one!! or kinda two depending on how you look at it. i realized this today. there's a guy in amity square who will give you an amity square accessory or berry everyday if you enter in from the right side and do a series of teleportations in the huts. there's also recurring items on the ground:

Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum introduced recurring Honey, in Floaroma Meadow. The Honey regenerates in one of the positions in which it was originally collected by the player, at a rate of two Honey per day. Some of the Star Pieces hidden in Iron Island regenerate daily. These games also featured a daily recurring Reaper Cloth, Rare Bone, or Stardust in Turnback Cave.

^ from bulbapedia's page on recurring items.

i still haven't fully fine-tuned my daily route but i'll figure it out eventually.

OH WAIT THERE IS ONE OTHER PICTURE I TOOK YESTERDAY

mocha evolved into hippowdon! i'm so glad i stuck it out getting a female hippopotas, the black coloration is just so much cooler LMAO i held off her evolution a few levels to get earthquake a few levels early :] cause my team is somehow a bit underleveled?? ever so slightly. i could use some more Power.

and THAT'S THE UPDATE phew. i'm thinking instead of progressing to iron island i might do some contests and stuff, i'm just in the mood for it. i already grinded a handful of accessories this morning in amity square which should hopefully carry me with what i want to do lmao

#kiki was here #kiki.txt #kiki plays games #pt playthrough #long post

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crows-canvas · 1 year ago

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Spirit of Justice playthrough post

So I'm currently playing SoJ (duh) and I'll just… use this as a little live reaction thing cus idk

Like omg a magatama bun (im kinda way past this but not too far, just started the trial)

Also what is up with AA and setting up kids as murderers 😭😭 Like first you have Edgeworth way back in DL-6, then there was Ema back in in SL-9, we had a lucky skip in JfA so congratulations JfA, ALMOST had it be Pearl during Bridge to Turnabout (with the whole masterplot thing), Turnabout Serenade was SO bullshit (i had fun though, seeing 3D orange Gavin was funny), then you had UR-1 being the most fucked up of it all.

And now from what I learned the YOUNGEST defendant to date. He is nine years old!!! His crime is swindling tourists out of easy money at most!!!

But anyway. I forgot when I started SoJ I put Nick in the Furio costume and i got jumpscared

Looks good though.

woahh this looks cool

Cant believe im facing Gaspen though, who let his ass be Chief Prosecutor

Like what the fuck are you WEARING why is your suit made out of gold!!!

“D-Don't lump me in with that lawyer!” Ahlbi im trying to help you… what happened to being nice because of Maya :(

RAYFA IS SO MEAN “The words of a lowly worm such as that are not worth troubling yourselves over.” GIRL 😭

YAYYYYYYY

*long drag from a cigarette* here we go again

“Not this time” he thinks 💀

“Phew. Well, I'm glad to hear that. I thought I'd have to reassess my assessment of your sanity for a second there…” LFMAOOO

This was incredibly funny btw she tried so hard to damn Phoenix 😭 “heh, that’ll show him…” and he just, “…yeah still just a kid.” (She’s 14)

Why have weird girl assistant when you have weird girl antagonist

Girl what the fuck

Cant believe i had to point out what a fucking circuit box is but anyway

I bet this dahmalan is the real murder weapon considering that he holds a different one in the trial as the victim was holding the treasure box

So if the victim had the treasure box then obviously, it couldnt have been the weapon

Yeah i fucking knew it

Oh i cant post anymore images.. sad

#ace attorney #aa #spirit of justice #aa6 #playthrough #rambles and nonsense #im not going to tag characters

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snorlax891 · 4 years ago

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Another idea inspired by @moon-spirit-yue and Sapphic Yearning Namaari, and Oblivious Raya. :P Namaari: *grinning as she drags a tied up Raya to a waiting Atitaya standing in front of a stage* Sit tight, Dep la and enjoy. I’m about to end this confusion between us once and for all. *hops up on stage* Through the power of song. Raya: ...What the hell is happening right now? Atitaya: *sighs* Please just humor her Princess Raya. You have no idea all the shit we had to go through just to set all this up. Namaari: Ahem. Raya. I’ve been thinking long and hard about how to make my intentions clear to you, and I believe I’ve finally stumbled upon a way to communicate exactly what I’m feeling. Ok...here I go. *closes her eyes and starts singing* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0pdQU87dc8 Namaari: *opens her eyes after singing her heart out, unashamed at the tears streaming down her face* Th-there, Dep la. I...I hope everything is clear for you now...Raya? *looks around and finds only empty ropes lying next to a blushing, guilty looking Atitaya* General? Wh-what happened? Where’s Raya? Atitaya: She um...She sort of...escaped? Again? I’m sorry Princess. *bows and pearl hand salutes* I couldn’t stop her. Namaari: What? How? When? What did she do? Atitaya: Oh, she cut herself loose maybe halfway through the song? Namaari: Why couldn’t you stop her? Atitaya: She um...she kind of...smiled at me...and winked...and then she ran off. I’m sorry Princess Namaari. I know I should’ve been able to stop her and it’s no excuse, but she was so cute and I just sort of panicked and froze up... Namaari: ... Atitaya: Princess? Namaari: *Starts crying in earnest* Atitaya: *slightly panicking* Princess Namaari, please don’t cry! I know you’re upset but I’m sure we can find her again! It won’t take long! *muttering* What with all the times we’ve had to track her down so far. *raising her voice again* I’m sure you’ll get another chance! Namaari: A-all those singing lessons wasted! All that jade and time spent getting this stage and teaching the soldiers how to play backup instrumentals! All of it for nothing! Raya why! After I listened to your whole routine and watched all the way to the end all those months ago when you took the dragon scroll! *curls up in to the fetal position and continues crying* Atitaya: ...Right...so...I’ll just tell the soldiers to set up camp then shall I? Namaari: *still gay crying and oblivious to the world* Atitaya: *sighs* Ok then... *awkwardly slinks off* Raya: *some distance away now* Damn, that Binturi’s murder attempts are getting weirder and weirder eh, Tuk Tuk? I wonder what she was after this time? To make my ears bleed and melt my brain out of my head? OH! Or maybe she was trying to hypnotize me so I’d be easier to kill, or even order me to do it myself! Just what I’d expect from a back stabbing assassin of Fang! Well I won’t be fooled by her tricks again, mark my words! You hear that, Princess Undercut!? You’ll never take me alive! *shakes her fist at the sky* Glad I got outta there when I did buddy. It gave me this odd feeling in my chest when she started singing. It was really warm and pleasant...She must have been trying to lure me in to dropping my guard with pleasant feelings, but then make my heart explode or something! Phew! That was a close one! :P Tuk Tuk: *praying for Raya to either realize Namaari’s feelings for her or for the sweet release of death to end his suffering*

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fanfoolishness · 5 years ago

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a world for the birds (2/10)

Andy DeMayo took up birding years ago, but his favorite hobby takes on new meaning when shared with his nephew Steven.

A series of looks at Andy and Steven’s growing family relationship.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Chapter 2: complicated

Andy tried not to get his hopes up too much. After all, Steven was a teenager, and Andy himself had been in his late twenties before he’d really started paying attention to birds. Just wasn’t an activity you saw a lot of kids doing. Most of the people he ran into on his travels with binoculars were older than he was.

He tried to prepare himself for the inevitability of Steven having lost interest since last month, for him to cheerfully admit he hadn’t cracked open the Sibley’s at all and would rather go to the arcade or hang out with his friends. And that would be okay, the kid gave it a shot and he didn’t like it, and that was still pretty good, right?

He was utterly dumbfounded to walk up the steps to the beach house and see Steven sitting there, binoculars around his neck, the Sibley’s flipped open to hawks. “Uncle Andy! I’m glad you’re here. Is that an osprey?” Steven pulled off his binoculars and handed them to Andy, pointing out a ways beyond the surf.

It took him a moment to adjust Steven’s binoculars, but Andy grinned once he got the bird in sights. The osprey hovered above the waves, white wings with black patches stretched wide, large keen eyes in a clever face watching for signs of fish below. “Sure is. You really been keeping up with this stuff? I mean, you don’t have to if it’s not your thing.”

Steven smiled up at him. “Well -- I mean, it’s something you really like, right? And it’s something we can do together. I dunno, I think that’s cool. I love playing music with my dad, or helping the Gems build Little Homeschool, or training with Connie -- it’s something you and me can share. And it’s fun. I always thought animals were really cool, but I’m really getting into the life list thing. Like collecting G.U.Y.S. and G.A.L.S. toys, but real.”

“Yeah, that makes sense, kid. I think,” said Andy. “Huh. You’re a very positive person, you know that?”

Steven laughed. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“So what’s this Little Homeschool thing? You guys building something?”

Steven looked guilty for a second, a furtive wince. “You remember Garnet's wedding?"

"I remember runnin' for my life when a spaceship showed up," Andy snorted. "Yeah."

"You know we lost the barn then, right?”

"Nah, I just got outta there as fast as I could. Didn't get a chance to reconnect with your dad until weeks after that." Andy sighed, gnawing on his bottom lip with his teeth. “I did notice it wasn’t there the last few times I’ve flown out this way. Meant to ask about it at the wedding, actually, but something distracted me... don't remember what...."

"Aw, come on, Uncle Andy," Steven said, raising his eyebrows.

"So what happened to it? Some magic stuff?”

“Yeah… my friend Lapis kinda ran off with it to the moon, then she dropped it on one of my Mom’s relatives. They're the ones who were attacking us at the wedding. The barn didn’t make it,” said Steven, looking sheepish.

“I don’t even wanna know how she took it to the moon. The actual moon? I mean, I know your space family, y’know, comes from space, but I thought they used spaceships and stuff. Not barns.” Andy shook his head. He had to figure out how to stop being surprised by the stuff that came out of this kid’s mouth.

“She has water powers and can fly,” said Steven matter-of-factly. “Gems don’t need to breathe in space, so all she had to do was surround the barn with water and fly it up there --”

“Yeah, when you put it like that, it sounds so easy,” Andy chuckled.

“I know it’s weird,” said Steven in a rush. “Who just flies off with a barn to the moon, right? But anyway, since the barn didn’t survive the fight we had with my mom’s relatives, the land was free. There’s a lot more Gems living on Earth than there used to be -- I mean, it’s complicated, but that’s the gist of it -- and they needed somewhere to live. So they’ve started building a little colony near Beach City. Mayor Nanefua did some complicated government stuff to make it all legal and it’s going really well. We could go on a tour, if you want --”

Andy didn’t know why his chest felt so heavy so suddenly. He’d known the barn was gone for a few months, didn’t know what had happened, but knew it had to be something related to the blue and green ladies that lived there. He’d already made his peace with that. So why did Steven’s explanation make him feel a little bit like crap? He thought of his mom and dad tinkering in the barn, the smell of grease and metal, summers with Greg and the other cousins running around in the fields, and he blinked hard.

“Are you okay, Uncle Andy?” asked Steven uncertainly. “Maybe we should have asked you first--”

“Nah, it’s fine,” said Andy. And it was, or at least, it would be. “I don’t have a lotta time this visit, but maybe next time we could go check it out.” He shrugged. “Why are there more Gems now?”

“Oh! Well, there actually were a lot of Gems on Earth, but they were corrupted -- jeez, how do I explain that -- they were sick and that made them act really weird and look like monsters. They didn’t know who they were. But the Diamonds and I -- my mom’s relatives -- we healed them. They’re just like Garnet and Amethyst and Pearl now.” He considered. “Okay, maybe not exactly. They still look a little different and they lost thousands of years of memories, but they’re trying the best they can to get back into a normal life…” His voice trailed off.

Andy stared, raising an eyebrow. “That sounds, uh, intense.”

Steven held his hands out, shrugging. “I guess it kind of does.”

“Why’d your mom’s folks help you with that? I thought you guys were fighting so bad you dropped the barn on them.” Andy leaned back against the railing, crossing his arms.

“I mean, that was Lapis, not me,” said Steven, laughing, but the sound seemed forced. “It’s, uh, really complicated. They didn’t know I had my mom’s gem yet, and then when they did they didn’t realize that I wasn’t her just shapeshifting, and we -- they -- um, the important thing is they came around. Eventually.” His hand dug into his shirt over his stomach, like it hurt him.

“I don’t know what any of that means,” Andy admitted. “But family’s complicated. Sometimes it ain’t easy, dealing with them. You know?”

“Yes,” Steven said in relief. “Yeah, that, exactly.” He let out a long, shaky breath, lowering his hand and resting it in his lap.

Andy gave the kid a worried look. He didn’t like how he’d looked almost… scared, talking about his mom’s family like that.

“So,” he said brightly, changing the subject, “you still wanna check out some summer birds? Thought maybe we could find some nests around the woods. It’s a good time for it.”

“Sure!” said Steven. He scrambled to his feet and leapt in the air over the edge of the deck, and before Andy could cry out, he floated gracefully to the ground. Oh, yeah. The floating thing. Andy knocked a fist against his chest, trying to fight back against the burst of adrenaline that had flooded through him a second ago. Phew.

He took the long way down, bringing Steven’s binoculars with him, holding the handrail down the stairs, careful not to slip.

***

“Uncle Andy! What’s this little fella?” Steven asked in a whisper, staring hard at a bird a few feet away, perched boldly on a log in the open.

Andy glanced at the bird, neat gray body, jaunty black cap, rusty rump. “Gray catbird,” he said softly. “They’re close to mockingbirds. Not nearly as good as mimicking as they are, but they do their best. Mostly they just meow. Mew, mew. ” The catbird flicked its tail, cocking its head at them.

“That is adorable!” Steven squealed. “Aww, hey there, little buddy.” The bird hopped off of the log, strutting around in the loam, bold as you please. “I like this one.”

“They’re pretty common. You’ll see ‘em all over. Even in cities and towns. The only place you don’t really see ‘em is out west.”

They watched the catbird for a moment before it flew off into the trees. “You said they can mimic things?”

“The mockingbird’s the best at it,” said Andy. “How do you think it got the name? The males’ll sing anything they think might get a female’s attention. They can sound like hawks, jays, shoot, I’ve even heard them sing car alarm songs in Southland City.”

“It’s kind of like shapeshifting, but for birds,” said Steven. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Steven,” said Andy seriously, “all birds are pretty cool.”

“Ha, of course, Uncle Andy.”

***

(Bird photos from the Cornell Lab's All About Birds site.)

#steven universe #steven universe future #andy demayo #uncle andy #uncle andy su #fanfoolishness' steven universe fic #a world for the birds fic

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 5 years ago

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Ok picture this. Thief!Uraraka x Rich!Reader. And it's as angsty as possible? Like Uraraka really out here just looking for that coin, ya know? She didn't come to play!

Warning: Cursing, smut~ish, major angst, thoughts of suicide, kissing, gayness, cuteness overload

Uraraka sat in the kitchen, eating the last Christmas cookie in the entire building. “Ugh, I don’t see why you don’t want to go to your parents for the Holidays! I love your mom! We’ve gone to my family’s house for the past three years.” Kirishima argued as he and Bakugo carried their suitcases down the stairs. “No! You’re mom makes the best food for Christmas, and we get the pool house all to ourselves! Do you realize how much fucking we can do?!” Bakugo slapped Kirishima’s ass, unaware that Ochako was in the room.

“Plus, we agreed that your mom does Thanksgiving and Christmas with the cooking. My mom does Halloween and the fourth of July with the decorations and explosions.” Bakugo kissed Kirishima before they walked back upstairs to get more of the luggage.

“Todoroki! Say hi to my mom!” Izuku yelled, running up to him with a phone in his hand as Todoroki walked down the other hallway. “Hi Inko!” Todoroki smiled as Uraraka saw Izuku’s mom on the screen. “Oh Todo, Bora Bora is lovely! Make sure to thank your sister for allowing me to use the family vacation house!” Inko exclaimed as the two boys nodded, smiled, and then hung up the phone. “Now, Touya is going to be here soon so let’s move!”

Todoroki grinned, taking all the luggage in his hands as they walked, not letting Deku carry any of it.

Uraraka smiled, happy for her friends who were doing things over their holiday break. Her on the other hand... would be at the dorms alone. She was the only one in 1-A who didn’t want to go home. Her parents would be working their tail off, and she would just be forced to lug around heavy boxes, sweep, and do their office management for two weeks straight like she did every year. She would never tell anyone that though... how embarrassing.

“Ochako!” She heard behind her, turning around to look at you. “You were on the phone with your parents while holding your LV purse. Your Gucci slides shined on your feet, and the diamond earrings you had been given by Todoroki glimmered in the light. You were everything Ochako wished she could be.

You were an icon for a boss bitch, a model, powerful, brilliant, gorgeous... and as rich as someone could get. Sure Uraraka had the biggest crush, but more than not she wanted to be you. The luckiest human alive.

Your father, Endeavor Todoroki, and Tensei Iida been rivals growing up, eventually becoming pro heroes and starting their own agencies. Of all of them, your father had grown to become a millionaire by going to America instead of Tokyo, and starting his agency there where the competition was pitiful.

That had led to your family becoming one of the most wealthiest in all of Tokyo, above the Yaoyorozus and Iidas. In fact, you, Iida, and Momo had been close friends since toddler age.

“Yes Y/n?” Ochako responded, coming out of her trance. “My mom says I should invite a friend to our beach house. I know you said you didn’t want to go anywhere for the Holidays, but would you? My modeling agency is sponsoring our trip so we can get massages, go snorkeling, you know. All that fun stuff.” Ochako perked up more as you explained. “W-where is it?” She asked excitingly. “Ever heard of Hawaii? My dad’s main office is there.” Ochako hopped off the barstool and smiled brightly.

“Sure! I’d love to go!” She hugged you before running to go pack her things. “Wait, I don’t have any bathing suits!” She yelled back as you just rolled your eyes, still on the phone with your parents. “Yes Daddy, email them about my plus one. Just borrow mine, I have a few you can use. No Daddy, it’s not a boy, it’s Ururaka.” You winked at her as she ran upstairs, hurrying as fast as she could as if you would leave her.

Once her bags with packed, Ochako came back to the room to see you on the phone still. She sat down, choosing to watch you adoringly and letting you finish your call. “Yes Claire, I’m having a couples massage with my bestie on the third, and snorkeling on the thirtieth. Now don’t get that screwed up with my photoshoot the sixth, and the fireworks for New Years. Yes, the maid went to the house earlier.”

As you continued, she stared at you. Wow, she’s so... impressive. If only I could have a sliver of that... power. Or you. Honestly, you seemed to get more attractive as Ochako stared at you. ‘If only I could use this to help my family... I’m so god damn scared of what’s going to happen. Mom isn’t working, and Dad might have cancer. What can I do? I’m a student taking classes at UA full time. There’s no time to work!’ Ochako thought deeply, stressing out.

“Phew, I’m glad that’s over! Just called my manager to schedule our break.” You grabbed her bags happily, carrying them to the car outside. “Wonderful! My sister is waiting at the airport with our jet! Then we can zip over the Hawaii and get this party started!” Ochako found herself shaking as you two entered the large black car.

...

Walking out of the airport, Ochako found herself woozy. That’s what sleeping for 15 hours straight did to you after all. Of course... you looked beautiful. You had been drinking hot water with lemon the entire time, had moisturized every half hour, and had taken only four naps, being half an hour long each.

You were literally the perfect human being, while Ochako had helped herself to your plane’s supply of cake and soda while watching videos on her phone.

“Look! There he is!” You pointed to the boy wearing only rainbow swim trunks and sunglasses standing on top of the blue Jeep. “Andrew! Babe!” You ran and hugged him. “Chance, this is my friend Uraraka. Ochako, this is Chance, one of the models I’m working with for the company’s LGBT campaign!” Ochako perked up, staring at you. You... liked girls??? She... had a chance?

“You bet it! Hop in ladies!” With ease, you lifted Ochako into the Jeep and followed her in. While you were driving, Ochako couldn’t help but relax greatly. The sea breeze and smell of the ocean salt consumed her, almost making her forget all her problems. But she couldn’t forget all her problems... she had promised her mom that she would fix everything by the new year.

And here she was... going to party while she ignored her family.

“Here we are!” As you pulled in, Ochako almost passed out. “You like it? Daddy got it remodeled it last Spring. It has two pools, a hot tub, an amazing view, and of course... the beach is only a few steps away!” You exclaimed, taking your bags in and upstairs to your room. Ochako had her breath taken away completely.

“You... live here? Like... you own this place?” Ochako found herself dying over the marble everything, the flowers everywhere, the splashes of color from the expensive art, and the views outside. “Don’t be silly. This is only our vacation home! Daddy lives here sometimes while he’s recovering from injuries since he stays in America, but Mom and I stay in Japan. I obviously live at UA.” You smiled, walking out to the balcony from your bedroom. “Oh, I almost forgot! Here, you can choose whatever you want!”

You opened the closet to reveal a room the size of Ochako’s bedroom. Filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, jewelry, mirrors, and led lights. “Over the years of modeling I get a bunch of cute clothes! You should only imagine how much I have from when I did child modeling. Oh, and here! Pick out some jewelry for tonight. We can totally play dress up while we’re on vacay. We have to look famous, right?” You laughed, hugging Ochako while walking out of the closet.

“Oh, and the purse rack is to your left! We can use that when we go shopping or out to eat! I have a bunch of LV so you can use one! I never use them anymore!” You giggled, smiling as you looked back at the view. “Pick out what you want to wear tonight, and a bathing suit for night swimming at the pool! I’ll go downstairs and give the chef recommendations! Any ideas?” You asked, sticking your head in the doorway. “N-n-nope!” Ochako called out as you ran downstairs.

Ochako’s eyes led to the big case of jewelry. It had so many gold chains, so many rings. Dozens and dozens of real pearl earrings. “I can’t... no. I have to.” She grabbed two pairs of pearl earrings, a gold chain, two rings that both had diamonds, and then a pair of heels. You were a size 8, but these were a size four. They were Ochako’s mom’s size.

Without thinking, Ochako shoved them into her bag and zipped it back up. In the heat of the moment, Ochako looked around, desperate for more. She had found her solution! Steal from the rich and give to the poor! She easily had just taken over 5k from you, and you probably wouldn’t even blink. You would never suspect her, right? Of course you wouldn’t. You two had been flirting with each other since you met. You trusted her.

Ochako stopped herself, slapping herself in the face. “W-what are you doing? She trusts you! You fricking like her you dumb idiot!” She yelled at herself, looking around. No, she had to help her family, even a little bit. Just little things you wouldn’t even bat an eye at.

She took a ten dollar bill under your desk, stuffed the pencil pouch you had gotten from Italy, and easily slipped a Gucci perfume bottle into her bag. “Hey, Ochako!” Uraraka turned around to see you smiling ear-to-ear. “Happy early Christmas!” You held out your hand, revealing a tiny box. “H-huh?” She exclaimed, slowly taking it from you and gasping. Inside was a simple silver ring, polished and perfectly fitting for her small finger. “It’s a promise ring.” You walked closer to her.

“As to promise that once we become heroes, we will remain friends.” Ochako stepped closer to you, staring at your lips. “And... maybe...” Ochako couldn’t finish her sentence as you two slammed your lips into each other. The kiss was hot and passionate, as if it was releasing all the thoughts you two had had for four years straight of having to resist. “God, once I found out you were gay.” You kissed Ochako’s neck as she tried to talk, moaning in between words. “Once he said LGBT, I knew I had to...” She moaned again, turning you on. You bent her on the bed, running kisses up and down her neck.

As Ochako was about to remove her shirt, you stopped her. “Let’s save that for after dinner.” You winked, leaving her feeling teased. “So, what are we Y/n?” She asked, blushing from what you had just said. “Well it depends. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just say the word.” You moved closer as she sat on your bed, getting closer and closer. “Be my girlfriend Y/n.” She whispered as you smiled, slowly kissing her lips.

“Well then I guess that ring is more than a friendship ring. What do you think it means?” You asked, kissing her neck tenderly again. “I... don’t know. Once we have so many responsibilities next year, let’s stay together. Promise to make time for each other... and one day, settle down.” You sucked her neck extra hard as she said that. “We’re getting out of UA soon Y/n. Maybe we can move in together to... try things out.” She talked as you continued to kiss her neck.

She had to admit you turned her on like nobody else could. “Awesome. Well, dinner is about ready. How about we go down and... introduce you to my family. I’m sure they’d love to meet my new... girlfriend. First, let’s get changed.” You walked over to your closet and pulled out an outfit you had prepared beforehand. A white t-shirt and black jeans, cute and tomboyish.

“Oh, and I promise not to peek.” You winked, before facing away with your back to Uraraka. Ochako picked out a pink sweater and black skirt, thinking as she put it on. Is this wrong? Of course it is. But wouldn’t it be worse to deny this love for her and steal from her? At least she’s happy, look at her. The poor thing will never know, and eventually... you’ll forget all about it. Just... no more stealing.

But as time went on, Ochako found herself being the happiest she had ever been. She woke up to you two full-on making out in bed for at least half an hour, then would spend the entire day watching you model, then you two would eat, swim, walk around, and vacation. Of course... the days started to end even better. Nighttime was when you two couldn’t contain yourselves. There was a hot tub on the balcony right outside of your room, so you two couldn’t help yourself. Surely, you two had found yourselves naked while kissing once or twice. Sure you two were going fast, but Hawaii set the mood so much, and you two were so excited to release all the sexual tension from the past four years

Of course, Ochako also found herself getting more greedy as she adapted to the rich lifestyle. She slipped one of the nice soap dispensers, took one of you dad’s pairs of expensive sunglasses, stole another ten dollar bill she found under your bed, and had somehow managed to slip a Gucci robe from when you were six into her bag. It was stuffed to the brim, but she needed more. Her family would die if she didn’t.

Then, things turned for the worst that one night. “Ochako, let’s go night swimming!” You called out, reaching for her hand. “But I’m not wearing a bathing suit!” She yelled out instantly, still looking at herself in the mirror. You had straighten her hair, and she liked it. “Exactly.” You whispered into her ear as she grinded into you. “Okay then.” She responded, smiling as you two began to walk to the hot tub as you removed your shirt slowly, Ochako watching your every move. That was until you tripped over Ochako’s bag, falling to the ground. Along the way, a shatter could be heard from inside the bag.

“Ochakie, I’m so sorry. What did I break?” Ochako blushed at the nickname you had given her, before realizing what you were doing. As you opened the bag, your eyes widened. Inside was your old Gucci robe, your new perfume, your soap dispenser, your dad’s sunglasses, and your old shoes along with a bunch of jewelry.

Immediately your face turned bright red, looking up at her. “You...” You murmured angrily, standing up as she started crying. “I fucking trust you with everything and you stole from me!?” You yelled, not feeling bad at all. “You don’t understand! My family needs the money! They’re going to die if I don’t do something!” Ochako yelled, trying to defend herself. In an instant, you took out your wallet, slipping out five hundred-dollar bills and throwing them in her face. “Here’s your money Uraraka! Now where’s my trust! I was so ready to give you my virginity, give you my life! I wanted a life with you Ochako!” You began crying as she turned silent. “So that’s why you came? I wanted you, you wanted my money? Is that why you came? Is that why you kissed me?” You asked as she stared at you, trying to find words.

“My dad has cancer! My mom is dying! I’m terrified Y/n! Please don’t be too mad at me! I needed all the money I could get quickly!” She yelled at you, still crying as you stopped. “Ochako, I could write you a check for a fucking hundred grand as we speak! You think that I would poor out my soul to you, but not help your fucking family?! Ochako, I gave you my trust and love! Do you know how hard that was?! But no, everyone just wants me for my money! Everyone! Even you!” Ochako tried to spill out words.

She tried to tell you that she did love you, more than anything. She tried to tell you that she was obsessed with you, and that she wanted nothing more than to have you in her life. That the past few days had been the best in her entire life because of you.

But no, all she could do was cry.

All it took was one look in your eyes, your heartbroken eyes, for her to run out of the house. Out of the house, down the small path, and to the beach. The sunset was shining brightly, shimmering against Ochako’s tears. She was so mad at herself, and the fact that she had messed up the one amazing thing she had with you. Sure, money was great, but ever heard of love? Ochako had felt it only with you, and she had ruined it. Why hadn’t she thought of asking for your help? You were a hero god dammit, one of the most generous and giving jobs in the world.

“God dammit! God Dammit! God dammit!” She kicked the sand, yelling as she stomped angrily. God... she should just throw herself into the ocean. After awhile of standing there, Ochako heard a noise behind her. “Oh dear, it’s just me. Tom and I are going to the country club’s cocktail party! We will be back around midnight sweetie. Y/n said to tell you to come inside, she’s getting worried. You crazy kids have fun!” Your mom called out as Ochako smiled before running inside and up to your room where you waited on your bed, a stuffed monkey in your life.

“You know what I love about the Indian monkeys? They’re called gibbons. Funny name right?” You asked, looking up at Ochako as she nodded. She could see the mascara streaks running down your face, and she hated herself for causing that. “See, they’re cool though. Because, even if one of the monkeys makes a mistake like getting lost or eating too much of the food, they’re with their partners for life because they trust each other.” Ochako smiled sadly, understanding what you were saying.

“When I went to India, I saw how they wouldn’t let you get close to their partners because they were protective, but if their partners walked up to you, they would allow that. It’s because they trust each other with their lives.” You got off your bed, setting the stuffed toy behind you as you walked towards your girlfriend.

“I need to be able to trust you Uraraka. When- I mean... if we get married, all of this is going to be yours. There’s no need to steal it, you’re welcome to anything. Shoes, you bet. Want to use my perfume, go ahead. Wear my clothes, eat my food, live in my house. It’s all yours because I trust you. Right now, I need you in my life. I need to be able to trust you.” Ochako buried her face into your chest.

“I’m so sorry Baby! It was the worst decision I could ever make! I got desperate and I did the worst thing imaginable! I’m so sorry!” She cried as you pulled her away. “In other news, both your parents are on my dad’s insurance and are going to start receiving medication right away. Don’t worry, my mom said they won’t have to pay a thing.

She also said they can stay in our lake house if they want, it’s only a half hour away from UA.” In an instant, Uraraka started balling, pulling you into a tight hug. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” She freaked out, holding you as tight as she could. “I owe you so much! Let me do something for you! Anything!” She begged, desperate to do something nice for you like you had done for her.

“Get on the bed Baby.”

I felt extra gay while writing this but that’s not a bad thing sooooo. Honestly I’ve never found Ochaco cute until now so dangggg, thx bby. I always love your requests they make me so happy when I get one @drbumpkin

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starstress · 5 years ago

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MCC Aqua Axolotls Live Commentary!

Hello, as said, I will attempt to write down my thoughts and reactions during the MCC.

Stream links!!

False: https://www.twitch.tv/falsesymmetry

Ren: https://www.twitch.tv/rendogtv

Grian (yes, he’s streaming): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjkgnEi4t9g

Pearl: https://www.twitch.tv/pearlescentmoon

Updates will come as edits, so be sure to check this again every once in a while if you’re interested or just curious!

To all fans, please be kind to everyone, no matter the team or who you wish would win. You will only embarrass yourself if you harass others or act immaturely and will gain no brownie points with those you follow and watch.

For now, may the games begin and the best team win!

Edit 1: Peeps are running a bit late, apparently, Ren is the only one on the team with no aqua colour XD Grian recoloured the headband that Smajor had made for him last stream XD

Andddd, we’re kicking off!!

Edit 2: The gong makes an appearance!! Also, the story of the gong!! Grian had bought it as a gag for whenever he and Mumbo record! The team loves it!

Countdown has finally started!

Edit 3: The first game is Skyblockle(?)!! Team ain’t feeling too confident about it, but we’ll see! I think they’ll be okay at this. Gri is reading the instructions and getting nervous XD

From now, everything will be under the cut. Warning, it’s really long.

Oof, wood fell in the lava. They still have more :)) They’re sharing tasks pretty nicely, I have to say, but they keep changing plans. Things will heat up quickly, tho, and I’m glad this game is gonna be out of the way soon.

First death in Skyblockle for the Aqua Axolotls: False! Second: Grian!

Doom is on the horizon XD

Rip, Ren has died too, and Pearl has gotten a couple of kills!!

And the Axolotls are out!

First gong after a game. Rn we’re all watching the other teams. Dream team is holding up well. Techno’s team is out too. Last bid!

Endgame: Pearl has won the most coins, team is a bit disappointing by last place.

Edit 4: They have the Uno Reserve card as they were the worst team.

Game: Bingo but Fast!

Gri is reading the instructions again. Someone in Pearl’s stream is watching 25 streams holy dandelions.

The team is again sharing tasks. This is pretty speedy!

Hearing Gri lament how speedy it all is is so funny. Also, they’re all like headless chickens and a lot more disorganized now. Poor team.

Endgame: Ren’s sweating in unspeakable places lol, but they’re not last anymore!

Pearl’s game just crashed, oh goodness.She’s back in, wooo!

Edit 5: Game: Battle box!

Gri is going for the middle. Pearl got so many kills!

First round won!!

Second round lost!

Third round won!!

Ren’s having a hard time breathing, and I gotta say same! 4th place rn.

Game was paused to stop the animations of the NPCs and we got another gong! we chilling for a few mins lol.

WE’RE ON AGAINST THE DREAM TEAM. Aww, the game needs to be reset or smt.

Oh wow, draw for every team. Fourth round was skipped.

Fifth round - uh SERVER CRASHED

Wowie, the map looks really strange without the resource pack.

First hiccup in 7 event, dang.

Starting again. Resource pack might no re-appear again. And now I’m laggy, lol

Round 1: lost!

Round 2: won! Gri with the tnt :D

Round 3: lost! tnt did not work this time

Round 4: unknown due to lag, oof.

Round 5: lost

Round 6: unknown

Round 7: unknown

Round 8: unknown

Round 9: unknown (prob lost)

Place: Last.

Everyone’s laggy, including me lol.

The viewers are being encouraging, which is really great and wholesome!

Edit 6: Game: Big Sales at Build Market!

Team is confident about this one, wooo!!

Grian ended up in plants lol. Ughhh, diorate. Communication is key, and it’s very well done!!

They’re building fast and getting resources pretty fast, that’s good.

Grian listing what they need is *chef kiss* False being alert is *hearteyes* and the chats are the real mvps

Endgame: Place 7. It was pretty intense indeed.

Break time!

Edit 7: Audience takeover!! Pearl wants Rocket Spleef, so does Techno. Dream wants Hole in the Wall.

Game: Rocket Spleef!!

Grian’s reading instructions :)))

This will be intense as all heck. Countdown has stopped, huh.

Oof, apparently it was supposed to be Hole in the Wall, but can’t change. Gri’s prob not gonna have as great of a time as I’d hopped :P

Round 1: Rainbow map, False is out! :o The very first time! Team’s out right before tnt time! Place 6, nice.

Round 2: Uhh, Atoms map?? Grian and Pearl are struggling. Pearl’s out! Gri’s out! Ren’s out! False’s still going.

Round 3: Grian’s finally got the rocket jump. Jump and then launch :D Or maybe not XD Tnt time! Pearl is waiting down at the bottom. She fell, oof. Grian’s having cramps in his hand and, in his words, he’s ‘a goner.’

Endgame: False’s the master of Rocket Spleef! And place 6! Team really enjoyed it, I’m so glad :D

Edit 8: Team’s hoping for Ace Race, and it looks like it might be!

Game: Ace Race!

Grian is narrating for all of us, nice! “This is totally Sonic!” he says!

“’Your first time will probably suck’. Yeah, that’s been happening about the entire time!” lmao

Omg, the map is so cool!! Def a fan favourite!! The entire team is having so much fun yesss

All of them are really doing good, Grian and False are placing good.

“Techno, get outta my way!!” - Gri, and I have to say, mood.

Grian got place 15! Right behind Techno, nice!!

Pearl is 32!

Ren is 35?

False is somewhere behind Gri, but way before Pearl.

Endgame: Everyone had one heck of a time and now they’re trying to find out how to make it in Vanilla Minecraft XD

Place: 9

Edit 9: They dunked the Lime Llamas XDD

Game: Sands of Time

Oof, this one’s gonna be a maker or a breaker.

Oh goodness, they have no one watching the time D:

They’re banking coins, thankfully.

Oh no, Pearl!! Sand is needed. Grian to the rescue!

Phew, three sand left, thank you Pearl for topping up!!

Intense, gosh, i’m really nervous about the sand!!

Oof, Pearl’s stream froze. It ended, oh no. Actually, it might just be me that has enormous lag (not smt new lol).

There we go, slow but it’s something.

The sand!! Aww man, right as Pearl got the sand!! They’re out! At least they banked a lot of their coins.

Endgame: We got a nice gong. Place: 5! Overall place: 9!

Edit 10: My wi-fi is beating me up with a stick, and it’s unrelenting. Lag is my life now.

Last game: Hole in the Wall

Ren’s gonna have a bad time XD

Round 1: Pearl’s fallen, from what my laggy video will show me. Gri as well. They’re out!

Round 2: Pearl’s still alive, woo!! Glitched right through one, so cool XD

Round 3: lag.

Endgame: Ren’s raging, Grian is really amused by that XD Nice game!!

Edit 11:

Overall place: 9

Time for the final battle!! Gong! Ren wants the gong as stream sound effect :D

Green Guardians vs Orange Ocelots!

Grian supports Techno bc Techno said he liked him lmao!! The others are Green.

Also fun fact: Grian could coach a match of dodge ball!

Round 1: Green wins!

Round 2: Orange wins!! Techno’s taking them out!

Round 3: Orange wins!

Round 4: Orange wins!

Grian: “It’s like one of those anime moments!”

Round 5: Green wins!

(Gri went off holy heck)

Congrats to the Green Guardians!!

Last edit of the night!

That was extremely fun to watch!! The lag and my own wi-fi made it a bit irritating at times, esp since I had to split my focus, but it was pretty good nonetheless.

It’s really sad that the Championship itself lagged so much, I have a feeling it left both a lot of viewers and players feeling frustrated as well.

However, the new mini game was lots of fun and I have a feeling we’ll be seeing it a lot in the future. I really hope we will.

The team was really good, they managed to coordinate very well, but like many groups who’ve just started working together for the first time, there were times where they could’ve slowed down a bit and reconsidered their plans. Still, the important bit was that they all had a great time together.

Overall, I really hope Grian and Pearl will participate again, even if not on the same teams. I also hope that there will be more Hermitcraft members joining in, even if only for one Championship. I had tons of fun writing this as well, but I think I’ll switch back to occasional posts about amusing things that happen during the games, as it really took a lot of my attention from the mcc itself.

Hope whoever kept up with me or reads this later enjoyed/enjoys this. I’m off to bed now, I’m sleepy and I’ll prob wake up, read through this, and find 10 million little mistakes that I’ll die over. Future me, I deeply apologize, but, uhhhh, no regrets!!

Starstress out!

#minecraft championship #mcc #hermitcraft #hermitblr #falsesymmetry #rendog #grian #pearlescentmoon #technoblade #dreamwastaken #dream team #mine #mcyt #mcytblr

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monkey-network · 5 years ago

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Bluebird

Steven: Welp, that was the last flogging for those masochistic gems. I could use a na- ooh, a note on my windshield?

[Dear Steven, you have been a thorn in our side for far too long and you will pay. We're on Earth and we're coming for you.

Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer

P.S. You smell funny and your feet are crooked.]

Steven: Ah, another day, another one wanting me dead. Hope they got a sword... and are my feet really that crooked? Oh, they are... I should invest in sneakers someday.

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Steven: Hey guys, who's the new gue-

Bluebird: Afternoon, dear Steven. It is pleasure to finally meet you and I hope to be a quality friend to you and your family.

Steven:.......Guys, bathroom?

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Steven: *sigh* You know that's Aquamarine and Eyeball Ruby and they're potentially going to kill me, right?

Pearl: Steven, there have been plenty of gems that wanted to kill you. Me included. But things have changed now.

Steven: Yes, but unlike the Diamonds and those that wanted nothing to do with me, I've actually had to deal with them personally.

Amethyst: Which gives you enough of a reason to give 'em a chance since they want to be the polite one here.

Steven: I dunno... they're plotting something.

Pearl: Steven, we'll be there for you when they finally plot something evil.

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Greg: STEVEN! HELP!

Steven: *exits the house* Dad, what's going on?

Bluebird: Ah, so glad you could make it to where you can see your dad get axed... unless you meet *unfuses*

Aquamarine and Eyeball: OUR DEMANDS!

Steven: Okay, I understand Ruby's beef with me, but Aqua, what did I ever do to you to hate me?

Aquamarine: Ever since you fell in charge of HW, my status felt like a joke knowing I had nothing to do anymore.

Steven: You could've come to me or the Diamonds for help!

Aquamarine: Well.... me and Ruby were too busy contemplating our revenge against you!

Steven: For over two years?! Why now?

Eyeball: Becau-- WE WERE... I- uhhhh. We just wanted to right now! So will you surrender or-

Narrator: Steven throws his shield at Aquamarine's hand which kills her grip on Greg, causing him to fall into Steven's arms.

Steven: You okay, dad?

Greg: Phew. I am now.

Steven: Good. MOOOOOOOOOOOOMS!

Amethyst, Garnet, and Pearl, exiting the house: Steven, what's up?

Steven: Bluebird was plotting something evil.

Greg: I second that.

Pearl: Well then. *Pulls out her spear*

Narrator: So Steven activates Super Saiyan Rosa and the four kick the two's asses for a couple minutes.

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Pearl: Sorry for doubting you, Steven. Sometimes being evil is fun for people and redemption isn't for everyone.

Amethyst: So the Diamonds are easily on our side but lesser beings aren't or don't? What's that about?

Steven: The world may never know and probably don't want to answer... anyways, lets put these two in the Universe Gulag.

Everyone: YAY! Gulag! Gulag! Gulag!

*Note: The Universe Gulag does not exist as an actual labor camp but a library where egregiously misbehaving gems are forced to read about love and tolerance for several weeks with no breaks.

Eyeball & Aquamarine: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Steven:....... Yes.

#steven universe #su #steven universe future #SUF #Bluebird #su spoilers #Totally Legit Recap #su critical #dumb

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flimflamfandom · 6 years ago

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Lacy on the Job

Just some stuff about everyone’s favorite assistant.

words:1508 Summary: Lacy goes about her day, and all the while thinks about life, her community, and her favorite opera singer. Warnings: All Lacy, all the time

Lacy woke up, stretching and yawning, rubbing her eyes and showering quickly. It was 5 in the morning. The water, at least, was warm this time. She got dressed in a green and white themed ensemble, typical for her, as those really were the only colors she thought she looked good in. Of course, Pearl said she looked good in just about anything, but...well, we can all agree to disagree sometimes.

Lacy got to Wick’s around 7:30. She started with his schedule. “You have an appointment with Mr. Church at 9:35 AM, and at 10:35 AM you have a phone call from Thomas Winston about road base. Then a break for lunch, and at 12:40 PM Miz May is coming to discu-”

“How’s your girlfriend?” Wick asked. The question stalled Lacy. “...we’re fine.” She continued. “After that at 1:15 you have a meeting with Ralph Quilton, and-”

“You sounded mad, are you sure you two are fine?”

“We’re doing quite well but being who we are it can be stressful.” She said. “At 2 you have a quarry inspection, which, in a perfect world should have you just in time for your 2:30 with Hiram Bennett, but I’ve told him to allow a half hour for-”

“She’s not treating you poorly?”

“I’m glad one of us is taking this seriously, Mister Sable.” She was in no mood.

Truth is, things were...not very great. She didn’t see her lover, Pearl, nearly enough. She was busy, Pearl was busy, and if they did anything in public? Christ, they’d be chased out of town. All they had were the short few moments they could be alone on weekends, and it was draining on them. Wick just nodded. “I’m...sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have snapped.”

At 9:30, five minutes ahead of schedule, Lacy opened the door for Edmund Church. “Morning, Mr. Church...he should be inside.” While the two discussed business in their office, a maid walked past Lacy. She walked over to her, leaving her hamper in the corner. “Morning, Eleanor.” Lacy said, casually checking her nails, mulling over some newspaper, reading an article by that Calvin boy. “Morning, Miss Hardt.”

“How’s that Anna girl?”

“Great! She’s working today, though.” She said. “How’s Pearl?” Most of the staff here were gay, and it was just about the only solace Lacy could take these days. “She and I are...well, we’re having a bit of trouble.”

“Not enough contact?”

“Afraid so.” She said. Eleanor patted her shoulder. “You know what I do when that happens with me and Anna?”

“Hmm?”

“I just take the day off and spend it all day in her apartment.” Lacy huffed. “She’s not even there, is she?”

“Well, no, but it makes me feel better. Alan does that, too, I took it from him.” Lacy nodded slowly. “hmm...I guess I could try and take a day.”

“I know I can’t take a day today, Mister Sable’s girlfriend is coming today...always brings more laundry.” She got up and walked off. “Take care, Lacy!”

“Likewise.” A bit more time passed, and the door swung open.

“...which is why this just seems so suspicious, I mean, when’s it gonna fall in?”

“Hell if I know...well, I should get out of your hair. Have a good day, Wick.”

“You too Ed.” They, of course, didn’t actually say goodbye until they got outside. Wick walked back in. “Who’s next?”

“Thomas Winston on the phone in…” She looked at her watch. “5 minutes. Best be at your office.”

“Actually...it’ll just be some things to write down, could you take this call?”

“Of course, Mr. Sable.” She walked to the office and waited in the chair, drumming her fingers on the table. She picked up as it rang. “Office of Wick Sable, this is Lacy Hardt, how can I help you?”

“The secretary? Uhm...sure, I suppose. You can write, yes?”

“...I’m a secretary. I can write.” She seemed more confused than insulted...really? Can the secretary write…

“Well, write down 28 tons, May the 3rd, and...uhm…”

“Is it your business address? I have that on file.”

“Yes, yes...sorry if I’m slow, I just got rid of my secretary.”

“Could she not write?”

“Night botanist.” Oh. Lacy sighed. “Hmm. Well, I’ve got that all written down.”

“Do you?” Lacy rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have it all written down. Is that all?”

“Yes.” He said. “I must be going...so long.” He hung up. Lacy did, as well. That man really fired the girl for...that. That was a little infuriating. Lacy handed Wick the sheet of paper she’d written on. “Here’s the numbers, Mr. Sable.”

“Thanks, Lacy.” He smiled warmly. “Well...took a lot less time than we thought, yes?”

“Yes, indeed.” She said. “I have to pick up on some accounting...pulling double duty isn’t so bad as long as I’ve got time, y’know.” Wick smiled. “Mitzi does mean to say thank you for all the extra help, but I dunno if she knows how to say it.”

“I take cash or checks, Mr. Sable.” Lacy winked and walked into her own little broom closet of an office. Wick could be playful and fun sometimes...sometimes.

She sat and ran through some numbers, and by the grace of god, managed to balance Mitzi’s books. Mitzi was wonderful but she wasn’t so good at keeping organized...some of these looked like they were done by Rocky. She wasn’t sure Rocky knew basic mathematics. Much different from all of Wick’s clients and receipts...those were much easier to keep track of. After all, they were legible.

A meeting here, a meeting there, and one successful, surprisingly timely quarry inspection later, Wick was done for the day. But Lacy certainly wasn’t. “Lacy? Could I ask you a huge favor?”

“Yes, Mr. Sable?”

“I hate to do this, but...I learned from Edmund this morning that I can write Bix’s services off as a business expense.” Lacy furrowed a brow. “You...weren’t aware?”

“Well, it’s not as if I can write off my laundress, I figured all of the staff was like that. But that means gas, tires, repairs….I’m terribly sorry about all this, I-”

“It’s fine, Mr. Sable, I’ll take care of it...on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get tomorrow off.” Wick crossed his arms. “Lacy, you know if you take tomorrow off I’ll be unable to...unable to work…”

“All that time to play golf, Mr. Sable…” She winked. “So can I have the day off?”

“Of course!” Wick nodded. “Now, at the very least get started on those numbers.” Lacy nodded and went back to her little broom closet...it was cramped. Her desk contained her notebooks, several pens, a lamp, and a picture of Pearl cut out from a newspaper. Pearl was in one of those gorgeous gala dresses...she liked to imagine she’d get to wear one of those one day, but maybe not. For now, she was writing down every single thing she could find on the gas prices and spending from that year, how many tires were bought, that time that Wick got too excited behind the wheel and ended up attaching his car to the side of a fence...she finally came up with the number and knocked on Sable’s office.

“I...have it.” She said. Wick took it and whistled. “Phew...that’s a lot more than I thought.” Lacy smirked. “Isn’t it? I was surprised too, I had to go back and check…”

“One last thing for you to do.” Lacy slumped. More?

“Yes, Mr. Sable?”

“Kiss Pearl for me.” He patted her shoulder. “Enjoy your day off tomorrow...I sure will!”

Lacy trudged her way back to her apartment, exhausted. She called Pearl. “Pearl? I’ll be over in 30 minutes...I could walk. N-no, you don’t have to-...well, if you insist.” She sat back in her chair and waited. Pearl’s chauffeur was coming to get her. She got into his car when he pulled up, and when she got to the front door, she collapsed into Pearl’s arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“We’ve been in the same city, y’know.” Pearl said. Lacy looked up at her. “It’s been 2 months since I actually held you in my arms, we may as well have been on different continents!” Pearl laughed. “Lacy...c’mere.” She kissed her deeply and brought her inside.

“Pearl?” Lacy said.

“Yes, darling?”

“I’m...sorry I’ve been distant.” She said. “I just have so much to do these days, and it’s difficult to keep up...for a while, I...even considered breaking things of...but only just for a whi-”

“Lacy…” Pearl held the girl’s chin in her forefinger and thumb. “Distance would never make me love you less, be it physical or otherwise.” Pearl’s grip evolved into a hug. “I love you, Lacy Hardt.”

“I...love you too, Pearl Smith.” And for the first time in a long time, Lacy felt right at home.

#Lackadaisy #FlimFlamuniverse #lacy hardt #pearl smith #wick sable

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zxanthe · 7 years ago

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hello!! for the au prompts — maybe 14 or 22 or 32 for soma?? (love your writing btw!!)

phew, sorry for the wait, anon! this got a lot longer than i expected it to. have ~3.5k of complete and utter (though fun to write) nonsense. i decided to go with #22, the two miserable people meeting at a wedding au.

(prompt from here)

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Crona lets her down gently.

“I don’t hate you,” they tell her. Even over the phone, Makacan hear the way their voice gets all high and reedy like it does when they’rereally stressed, and she feels absurdly guilty for a moment before sheremembers she’s in the middle of getting broken up with.

“It’s just, I, I know you want sex, and there’s reallynothing wrong with that, but, but I don’t think I want that, sex I mean, and Ijust feel really bad –“

“Crona, no,” Maka says, because even though she knows something’sbeen wrong for weeks and that something like this was coming and a millionother different, more subtle things, she does love them, really, and so she hasto try. “It’s fine, I’m fine with it, I’m fine with you. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do. Ifyou don’t want sex I’m okay with it! Really, babe, I am!”

“But I’m not. Not okay with you being okay with not wantingit even though you do, I mean. Maka,” they say, and their voice goes reallysoft and gentle. “I love you and I appreciate you and I’m so glad you werethere for me when…when…when all that stuff happened back then. I just…you neverput yourself first. And. And I really wish you would sometimes, a lot, becausea relationship isn’t focused on what one person wants, but I feel really g-guiltybecause I don’t know if I could deal with a lot of the things you want to do,not just sex, not because they’re bad or anything, but because I still have alot of issues, and I feel like I’m holding you back.”

“You’re not!” There’s something thick clogging up Maka’sthroat. “I swear you’re not, you were never a burden – “

“Please don’t lie to me,” and Crona’s voice is the steadiestshe’s ever heard it. “I think, that we want very different things out of life,and that I can’t keep using you as a crutch forever, and that you shouldn’t letme use you like that anyway, it’s not good for you. I need some time to be bymyself, and figure things out.”

Maka opens and closes her mouth several times, unable to getany words out past the tightness in her throat. The phone line crackles withstatic.

“M-Maka? Are you still there?”

She sucks in a deep, shuddering breath. “Y-yeah. Do you…doyou still need a place to stay? Or…”

“I-I’ve got something l-lined up.”

“Great. That’s…really great. I’m really proud of you,Crona,” and her face splits into a smile, even as the tears spill over down hercheeks. “I can help you move when I get back.”

“N-no, it’s fine, I don’t want to inconvenience – “

“It really wouldn’t be – “

“P-please, Maka, l-l-let me do this myself. I’m sorry,really s-s-sorry – “

“Crona, shh, shh. It’s okay. Really. I get it.”

Through the crackle of a thousand miles, Crona takes a deepbreath. “I’ll be gone by the time you fly home,” they say. “I’ll leave you mynew address. We can mail letters, if you like.”

“Y-yeah. That’d be nice.”

Silence falls again. Maka desperately tries to control herbreathing, to stop it hitching, stop it betraying her, but she never was allthat good at that sort of thing.

“I’m sorry, Maka,” Crona says, very softly. “You’ll alwaysbe special to me. I’m really glad we met, and that I got to be with you. I didlove you, and I think a part of me always will.”

“I love you too,” she chokes out. “I’m. Really happy foryou, Crona.”

“T-thank you. Well. Good night, I guess. Goodbye, Maka.”

“Bye,” she says, and then the line goes dead.

She’s far away in a strange city, in a cold and unfamiliarhotel room in a building full of rooms just like it. She buries her face in theimpersonal white linen pillow and weeps.

Soul’s dreaming that he’s in the band again, sweat runningdown his forehead while lights flash frenetically over a writhing crowd, butthen on the street below a motor tears the quiet of the night to ugly tattersand he finds himself staring wide-eyed up at his ceiling fan, revolving in thedark. He rolls over. His bedside alarm clock reads 2:43 in chunky red numbers. He has work tomorrow. He has to be upearly.

He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment beforeletting it out, the exhalation deafening in the settling stillness.

In another life, things were well underway at this time ofnight. In another life, he went onstage and played his heart out, fingersscraping over the strings of his bass, wailing in harmony to Liz’s raw vocalswhile Patty’s drums sent him soaring, soul straining against his ribs, shiveringwith the sheer delight of it, ofbeing there, of being truly, completely alive.

The fan turns, turns, turns, there on the ceiling, hummingsoftly. Endless. Quiet. One pull of a cord would make it stop. Every evening hecomes back to his tiny apartment and falls asleep on the couch. Sometimes hecooks, when he’s feeling particularly festive. Sometimes he listens to music,or watches a movie, or smokes a cigar. What friends he has are all the wayacross the country, people he realizes he hasn’t seen in years now, people whohe may not have anything at all in common with anymore besides a smattering ofshared experiences in a past no longer relevant to much of anything. His coworkersare simply and thoroughly uninteresting. The city is neither big nor small andequally nondescript in its forms of entertainment; he got tired of bars and livemusic and meaningless conversation years ago, and there really isn’t much elseto do.

(he wonders when exactly his life got so small and stagnant.he wonders if there was a point to any of it, really. all that anger and joyand despair, all the fear and exhilaration, all the giddy fuck-yous shouted from the tops of buildings. if there was somekind of meaning lurking in all those nights spent sleeping on strangers’ floorsand writing songs, smoking cigarettes and getting drunk and laughing like agoddamned crazy fool. he wonders what would have happened if he had stayed putand played the part of the dutiful younger son like his parents wanted. hemight be just as dead, deader even, asphyxiated by what-ifs and self-loathingand impossible expectations. he lies on his back with his fingers lacedtogether atop his chest. the fan turns in circles and circles and doesn’t movea damn inch; it’s the same everywhere. his heart beats; his lungs fill andempty and fill again; he lies in sodium-tinted darkness and cannot understand whyhis body would keep doing such silly meaningless things.)

On the kitchen counter is a creamy white envelope cordiallyinviting him to the wedding of one Tsubaki Nakatsukasa and Elizabeth Thompson.On the back of the invitation is a handwritten note – Hope you’re doing okay, Soul Eater. It’s been a long time and I hellamiss my favorite bassist – my wedding (don’t laugh!!!) wouldn’t be the samewithout you. Much love xoxo, Lizard Breath.

Once upon a time he thought he was in love with her, but hewas a damn fool kid who wouldn’t have known what love was if it had walked up andgiven his ass a nice firm squeeze. She was beautiful, and when they fucked itwas hells of nice, but there were no fireworks or whatever the fuck wassupposed to happen, and one night sprawled naked together in some hotel roomshe’d told him I don’t think this isworking, and he’d laughed and agreed, and then they smoked half a pack ofcigarettes and watched shitty Lifetime movies until they fell asleep.

Things were always easy with Liz.

He gets out of bed and pads to the bathroom. In the dimlight, he looks at his face. Shadows pool beneath his cheekbones, in his eyesockets, in the hollow of his throat. There are lines forming around his mouthand bags beneath his eyes. Pale stubble coats his cheeks. He frowns and rubs atit and wonders when he got so damn old. He’sthirty-three years old. Maybe it’s his hair, old-man colored, white as snow butthick as ever. It needs a trim. He wonders if Liz will recognize him. If anyonewill recognize him. If he recognizes himself, hands clenched on the cool porcelainof the sink, so very tired and gaunt. He swallows. He looks into his hollow,sleepy eyes, reflected back at him through the glass.

Two days later, he buys a plane ticket to New York.

In her wedding dress, Tsubaki is radiant. It’schampagne-colored lace, and it clings to her curves with the precision of aglove before puddling demurely around her feet. Her hair is dark and shiny andpiled in a soft updo, a flower crown woven through its curls.

“Knock knock,” she says.

Tsubaki turns around and smiles. “Maka!”

Pearls glitter in her ears. Her makeup is fine-tuned toperfection. “You look absolutely beautiful,” Maka says, and hugs her bestfriend tight.

“Thank you,” Tsubaki replies. She takes a deep breath, herhands knotted in her lap. “I’m. Terribly nervous. Is that a bad thing? Mystomach’s just all full of butterflies. I can’t believe I’m here.” She laughsshakily.

“Oh, Tsu, it’s okay to be nervous. Getting married is apretty big deal, after all. And Liz loves you no matter what.”

“Yes.” Tsubaki takes a deep breath. Some of the tensionleaves her shoulders. “She does, she truly does. I’m sorry, everything’s just beensuch a blur today. I’m exhausted and I haven’t even actually gotten marriedyet.”

Maka grimaces sympathetically. “You’ll get through it. Justthink, these are going to be some of the happiest memories of your life.”

“So no pressure or anything.” Tsu laughs. “I hope I don’tfall over in these heels.”

“You’ll be fine, Tsu. Pretend it’s another dance.”

“I will. How was California, anyway? You’re looking nice and tan.”

“Kim twisted her ankle in San Francisco, so her understudyhad to step up. Otherwise the performances went really well. Nygus wants toknow when you’ll be coming back.”

“After the honeymoon, probably. Liz is excited about goingon tour with us.”

Maka laughs. “She would be. Wasn’t she in a band once upon atime?”

“Mhm. She misses it. She plans on being our number onegroupie and buying all themerchandise.” Tsubaki smiles fondly. “I don’t think we have any, though. Do we?”

Maka shrugs. “We’re a ballet troupe, not a rock band.Although now that you mention it, merch isn’t actually a bad idea…”

“Hush, Maka, no business.” Tsubaki smiles. “I’ll bet Crona’sglad you’re home. Where are they?”

Maka keeps her face carefully neutral as she desperatelytries to think of a way to respond. In the end she presses her lips togetherand goes for it. “Crona’s…we’re not together anymore, actually.”

Tsubaki blinks, the smile slipping off her face. Maka’s gutstwist. “N…not together? What – “

Just then there’s a knock at the door. A veryharried-looking Kid pokes his head in, a clipboard clutched in his left hand. “Ihate to interrupt, but are you almost ready, Tsubaki? It’s nearly time. I wouldsuggest you hurry; I cannot keep Blake out of the hors d'oeuvres forever. Hello,Maka,” he says, nodding at her politely before withdrawing as quickly as hecame.

“I’m sorry,” Maka mumbles, looking at her friend’s concernedface. “Today’s supposed to be a happy day for you. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Tsubaki shakes her head. “No, no. Stop that. It’s okay. We’lldefinitely talk about this later. Do you know if Crona’s still coming?”

Maka shrugs. “I don’t know. They said maybe. They weren’t sure if they could deal with a wedding, whatwith all the changes in their life. They gave me a card, though, just in case.”

“Well, it’s good that you two are still friends, at least.”Tsubaki stands and pulls her into a tight hug. “I’m really glad you’re here,Maka,” she mumbles. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Maka says, and squeezes her back beforehurrying off to find her seat.

The reception takes place in a small dance hall festoonedwith flowers. There’s a DJ, and people crowd the floor, dancing and laughing.Liz’s black dress glitters in the party lights as her new wife twirls herenthusiastically. They both look radiantly happy. When Soul had come up tocongratulate them, Liz’s eyes had nearly popped out of her skull. “Soul?!” she’d blurted, and then she’dgrinned and slapped him hard on the back. “Hey! I wasn’t sure if you were gonnamake it!”

“Figured I might as well,” he said, trying for a smile.“Congrats, Lizard. I didn’t think you had it in you to settle down.”

“Fuck you. People are full of surprises. Tsu, this is SoulEvans. We used to be in a band together once upon a time.”

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa smiled. “So you’re the famous SoulEater. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Have you?”

Before Tsubaki could reply, something slammed into Soul andwhipped him off his feet. It was all he could do to cling on for dear life ashe was whirled around and around. When his assailant finally set him down, hebarely had a chance to say “hello” before he got kissed exuberantly on themouth.

“Soul!” Patty cried happily while he tried to catch hisbreath. “How’ve you been, buddy?! Whydidn’t you ever call us?? Sissy and I missed you so much, we’d thought you’d diedor been abducted by aliens or thegovernment or something!”

“Jesus, Patty, hello to you too. I tried calling, but you gaveme a bad number.”

“Mm, yeah, sorry about that,” said Liz. “We should have toldyou before we changed it.”

Soul shrugged. “S’cool.” Itdoesn’t matter anyway.

“How long are you gonna be in town?” Patty asked

“Mm. Just for a few days.”

“Boo. I was hoping we could all get lunch, but guess it’s justgonna be you and me. No buts about it!”

He sighs. In the present, the party has gotten well underway.Soul can’t remember the last time he was at something like this. He sits at anempty table and sips at his third gin and tonic, wondering if it would be rude toleave right now. Liz and Tsubaki and Patty look like they’re having plenty offun on the dance floor.

“Hey,” says a voice. “You okay?”

He turns. The speaker is a small woman with a cup of wine inone hand, looking down at him in concern. “Yeah, I’m good,” he replies, alittle puzzled.

“Oh, okay,” she tells him. “You just looked so sad for a whilethere. I couldn’t not say something. Sorry. I’m a little drunk.” With that, sheplops into the seat beside him.

“Mm. S’okay, it happens.”

Quiet falls between them, and they watch the dancers for atime.

She takes a gulp of wine. “I always thought that I’d bemarried by the time I was thirty,” she says thoughtfully. “But I’m thirty-oneand my partner just left me and…and I don’t know if it’s ever gonna happen. And.That makes me really kinda sad. Not that I’m jealous of Tsu or anything. Just.”She swallows and dabs at her eyes with a napkin. A few tears escape anyway. “God.Okay, I’m drunk. Sorry.”

“Nah, you’re okay. I’m thirty-three and I haven’t been on adate in years.”

“Really?”

“Mm. Don’t see much point it in, y’know?”

“Why not?”

He shrugs. “People are the same everywhere.”

“What makes you say that?” She’s watching him now. Absently,he notes that her eyes are bright green, the same as her dress. A tendril ofashy blonde hair has broken free of her updo and rests against her cheek. Hishand twitches, as if to brush it away, but instead he shakes his head.

“When I was younger, I thought things would be better if Ileft the house to make my own way, y’know? My parents were dictators. But themore I think about it the more I’m thinking, damn, what was the point? Everybody tells you to followyour dreams or whatever the fuck like that’ll make you happy, but…but I didthat. And nothing’s really changed. I’m still stuck, still the same. No matterwhat I do. People out west can be just as boring and uptight as people back east.We all do the same things.”

“I disagree,” says the woman. “That’s a really silly way of lookingat things, I think. Things can always change. Things always do change. That’s life! My partner had hada pretty bad life before we met and they were hurting but last week they toldme they wanted to break up and move out! That they wanted something forthemselves and that they were acting on that desire and finally being selfishand growing and healing and – and – “

Shit, she’s starting to cry. Awkwardly, he reaches over andpats her shoulder. She coughs and takes a deep breath and noisily blows hernose.

“You can change,”she croaks when she’s done, poking him in the chest. “And grow. People aresimilar, but not the same.”

He shakes his head, smiling a little despite himself. “Shutup, you sound like a motivational poster.”

“Oh my God, fuck you, I’m drunk. Don’t make fun of me.”

“Somebody’s gotta say it.”

She swats at him, and the laugh bursts out of him unexpectedly.She smiles, and party lights dance in her green, green eyes. “Well, you soundlike…like a wet dishtowel. A soggy dirty dishtowel that needs to be thrown inthe washer and then dried in the sun.”

“Damn, nailed it. That’s so me. You’ve got a real way withwords.”

She finishes off her cup of wine in two large gulps. “You’redriving me to drink, you douchewhistle. I hope you know this, and feel suitablyguilty, mister…mister…”

“Soul,” he says. “Soul Evans.”

They shake hands. “That’s a funny name,” says the woman. “I’mMaka Albarn.”

“Ah, so the pot calls the kettle black…”

“This is so unfair, I can never think of any good comebackswhen I’m drunk.”

He laughs again, and he’s laughing an awful lot tonight, isn’the? It’s gotta be the alcohol. He leans his head on the back of his chair andlooks at her. The words are out of his mouth before he knows what he’s saying. “MayI have this dance, Miss Albarn?”

She blinks at him, and then grins. “Of course.”

One dance turns into two, then four, then ten. She finds outthat Soul Evans lives in New Mexico and he works as an accountant and that heused to be in a band with Liz and Patty in his twenties. He likes cooking andmusic and movies. He dances really well, for a drunk guy. But then, she’s drunktoo. Still, his form is impeccable; they glide across the dance floor like they’rewalking on air.

“Did you use to be a dancer, or something?” she asks ontheir seventh or eighth turn. Against her, he stiffens ever so slightly. “Nah. Whydo you ask?”

“You just move really well. I’m a ballerina. I know thesethings.”

He shrugs. “I’m just talented, I guess.”

“Or you’ve had lessons.”

“Mmh.”

“No shame in taking lessons! It’s not unmanly or whatever if you want to learn how to dance. Women lovegood dancers.”

“S’not that,” hesays with a roll of his eyes.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. Buuut,” she says, a wicked idea comingto her as the song changes, “why don’t we show these chumps what we’re made of?”

“What?” He looks down at her, dark eyes confused.

“I mean,” shesays, grinning excitedly, “that we both know how to dance, so why not bust somemoves? You know how to swing dance?”

“A little…”

“Perfect!” Maka chirps, and then they’re off.

Soul was severely underestimating his own abilities. Makafinds herself unable to stop grinning because she’s finally found a partneroutside her company who can keep up with her, and it’s wonderful. Soul is hesitant at first, but soon he takes the lead,and Maka finds herself being dipped and lifted and twirled with astonishing precision.By the end of it he’s smiling as widely as she is, and when he looks at herthere’s a spark of something wondering and exhilarated in his tired dark eyes.

There’s claps and cheers from the crowd. Someone evenwolf-whistles. Soul only grins lazily, but Maka doesn’t miss the color thatappears in his cheeks.

They spend the rest of the night on the dance floor, separatingonly when Liz or Tsubaki or another friend swoops in for a dance. The last songof the night is a waltz, slow and sweet. They’re both sweaty and hot, but Soulholds her close anyway.

She finds she doesn’t mind.

#soul eater #soulxmaka #soma #soul/maka #se by z #zxanthe writes sometimes #ask fic #thanks 4 sending in a prompt bro :)#this was fun #anonymous #Anonymous

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ilovehighhats · 6 years ago

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Facets of Perfection, ch. 06

Phew, I’m glad no one has noticed I’m late with my daily updates! ;)

The drive home was uneventful and quick.

Bane pulled over at the driveway since they would go out again to pick up the kids in the afternoon. Wordlessly he proceeded to jog up the porch and opened the main door.

Even though Victoria knew, technically, that Bane was trusted by her family, she felt uneasy entering the house after him. What did she know about the man? The more she thought about his behavior, the more holes she found her first impression. If he was just a security guy, why did he have this air of military operative about him? It struck her as odd, the way he spoke about the time to Selina. And the printouts he had in abundance. The weird list he had in his pocket on that first evening… She made out a few words, and from what she saw it looked awfully like a plan of action for a houseguest.

Weird.

Now she found herself alone in an unfamiliar place along with that weird man. To his credit, the dog seemed to like him. That had to count in Bane's favor.

“Are you going to stay in that coat?” He asked, gazing up at Vic since he kneeled to greet Ace properly.

“Maybe I will,” she purred. “It was pricey and I didn't have many opportunities to wear it until now.”

Bane seemed beyond unimpressed.

“Suit yourself. I'd like to make a schedule for today. Do you have any plans?”

Vic groaned and started to untangle the scarf she had carelessly wound around her neck.

“Do we have to? I don't like planning.”

Bane didn't answer.

She looked up and frowned when she couldn't see him. A clutter of falling pellets came from the kitchen. He was feeding the dog.

The pause gave Victoria time to reconsider. She fell into her usual bratty demeanor, almost against her will. But Bane didn’t seem to appreciate her company when she behaved like that. Maybe it would be kinder if she tried to be a bit more pleasant… After all, they would be staying under the same roof for a few weeks. And they were supposed to take care of Cassie and Tim, at least until Christmas.

No, she should try to be a bit more accommodating. It could be her personal growth project. Trying to be civil and even friendly with someone she would never look at twice if the circumstances didn’t force her.

With new resolve, she unlaced her shoes and marched into the kitchen.

“Tea?” she asked Bane who was refilling Ace's bowl with water.

“Why not. Mint, please.”

How oddly specific, Victoria thought.

“You think they have herbal tea?”

“I bought some yesterday.”

“Oh. Did you go shopping after dinner?”

He grunted and affirmative.

“To get things for your breakfast?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

That simple question seemed to startle him. Eyes narrowed he contemplated his answer for a little while.

“I need to maintain certain levels of nutrients. Therefore, it's easiest if I prepare every meal myself.”

There was so much seriousness in his voice, Vic had to restrain herself from laughing out loud. A meathead and an epicurean, who would have thought?

“You could be a chef if that next assignment won't come.” She winked and leaned towards him sliding the steaming mug his way. “You know, if you did need that new career after all.”

Bane grinned and scoffed dismissively.

“I don't know if high-pressure environment would be best for a simple man like myself.”

Vic snorted obnoxiously into her cup, spilling some of the tea. She laughed openly, once she got her breath back.

“Okay, I won't fall for this bullshit again.”

“No? You lapped it up yesterday.”

He was way too smug for Vic’s liking. Her eyes narrowed and subconsciously she straightened her back to sneer down at him.

“No, I didn't.”

Bane missed the display entirely since he looked at the oven clock behind her head.

“I'll have to leave you for about an hour.”

The information left Victoria at a loss. It was almost as if Bane was humoring her with their little conversation, not the other way around. What would he have to do? Run a quick errand to break somebody’s legs for his mafia friends? Or maybe shoo away awkward teenagers lingering at Hot Topic?

“Fine. I have things to do anyway.”

The dissatisfaction in her words gave him pause, and he indulged her with some explanations.

“We're supposed to be at the school at fifteen hundred, so that would leave five hours for shopping and cooking.”

“Lunch?”

“And dinner.”

“Good thinking,” Victoria admitted magnanimously. “Shall we leave at, say… Two o’clock?”

A thick vein popped out on Bane’s temple. His jaw throbbed the tiniest bit before he answered.

“That should be enough for shopping, yes.” The words were almost growled out.

“I'll do lunch, you do dinner, how about that?” Victoria offered, trying to placate him.

To her, Bane’s replies were a mystery. He obviously had some kind of problem, but for the life of her, Vic couldn’t fathom what that might be.

“That's an acceptable division.”

Vic smiled, satisfied that they came to an agreement.

“Great. See you later then.”

She took her mug and climbed the stairs without so much as a glance back at Bane.

Unbeknownst to her, the retribution he had planned was already set in motion…

oOo

The thing Victoria had to do mainly was a tour of the house. On the previous evening, Selina quickly covered the basics, but it was a chaotic and busy day. So, Victoria decided to do some snooping on her own.

First, she went to her room and killed some time getting her clothes from cases to the closet. All the time she listened attentively to keep tabs on Bane. She didn’t trust the man one bit.

It was a weird arrangement, and she planned on asking Selina about it this evening. They had made plans to go out for drinks, catch up and gossip. Vic sorely needed a sympathetic ear, now even more so since she couldn't understand Bane’s exact role in their little gathering.

When she heard him going out the door, she quickly jogged to the window, in an attempt to make sure where he was heading. The garage. There was some faint memory in her head of Selina or Bruce mentioning there was some gym equipment there. Nothing surprising then, Vic sneered to herself, but then felt a tug of shame. Perhaps she shouldn’t think of Bane as a meathead. He could piece a coherent sentence or two.

He was definitely a gymrat though.

With her mood lightened by her generousness, Vic set out snooping about the house.

The room she was staying at was Tim’s, and beside it was Cassie’s place on the left, and guest bedroom on the right. Further down the corridor was the bathroom and the study - now occupied by Bane. On the opposite side were the stairs leading up to the attic, converted entirely to host master bedroom, bathroom and a walk-in closet.

Victoria didn’t mean to pry into any private stuff, she just wanted to get her bearings around the house. It wasn’t her fault that Sel left a surprisingly exquisite string of pearls laying about.

The necklace almost called out to her, begging to be appraised. How would anyone be able to just leave it on the dresser undisturbed?

The weight and temperature of the stones gave Victoria a pleasant shiver down her spine. It was a simple piece, a sole string of pearls of subtly varying sizes, with the smallest ones at the clasp, gradually thickening towards the centre of the necklace. Every single bead was perfectly round. The luster was superb, and the color was the purest snowy white, with the tiniest hint of silver. The choker was finished with a diamond-studded clasp, either from white gold or platinum.

It must have cost a fortune.

What was a piece like this doing in a too small suburban house of her cousin? Vic had one explanation in her mind… But Selina promised a long while back she was done with her little hobby. Maybe it was just a little trinket to lighten up her day from time to time? A souvenir of days long gone? After all, barely anyone knew how exactly pricing of pearl necklaces worked, you needed some expertise to know that this string was worth at least fifty grand.

Vic doubted Bruce would notice the difference if she’d swapped it with regular freshwater pearls, clasped with silver and zirconias.

“You have a peculiar understanding of gratitude.”

She jumped with surprise, nearly dropping the necklace to the ground.

Bane stood in the doorway, his massive shoulder propped on the frame, arms folded on his chest and a very stern look on his face.

“I think it’s quite enough for now,” he said gravely. “You should put those where they belong and get back downstairs.”

Reflectively Victoria started lowering the pearls back to the dresser. Bane’s voice was commanding and rough, his words precise. It seemed only natural to obey.

But she baulked at the notion and challenged his authority.

“Don’t presume you can tell me what I can and cannot do,” she retorted haughtily.

Defiance seemed to irk him further.

“I can make you do what I want, little girl.”

That was a clear threat.

Suddenly Vic realized she was in the attic bedroom of an unfamiliar house, with a man she barely knew practically accusing her of stealing and giving her a menacing warning.

She had no idea what he would do to her…

“I’m going to scream,” she informed him, faking the bravado she didn’t feel at all. “If you lay a hand on me, I’ll fight back.”

Bane scoffed as if she’d offended him. His face contorted in barely contained disgust.

“Please,” he spit the word sarcastically. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t be attracted to a bunch of sticks.”

He turned back and started calmly walking away.

Vic did the only reasonable thing she could.

“At least I’m not fat, like you!” she yelled. She hoped that would sting.

“You look like a boy. But I’m sure there are people in Europe who like that.”

Apparently, it didn’t hurt Bane at all.

“Take that back!” Vic shouted running after him.

“A woman should look like a woman, that’s my honest opinion. What does it matter to you what I think?”

It shouldn’t matter at all. The realization silenced her better than any retort Bane might have had. She mumbled to herself something angrily and shook her head in defiance, coming down to her room.

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